I have managed to read a couple of the books that I had posted awhile ago.  Then, I added a few more.  I actually added more than I had read.  I remembered that I had a couple Stephen King books that I had bought but hadn’t read yet.  And then my husband and I had gone to the mall and what mall visit would be complete without a trip to the bookstore?  Then of course there was the trip to the dollar store, and it has just been an amazing source of books I wouldn’t mind reading lately.  I would call this a vicious circle but I keep doing it to myself. 

What is even worse is that I know there is some chick lit book out today that I want to go buy and I used the last of my Barnes and Noble gift card from Christmas (it had like $250 on it, dad likes to keep me in supply) about a week ago.  The books I ordered from Barnes and Noble though are all pre-orders, so I have some time until those show up.  Sadly, it will most likely take me until those show up to read the first Stephen King book. 

The books I did manage to get through were Then We Came to the End and Little Children.  I feel awful saying that I didn’t love both or either book.  The first one was set in Chicago, and what had drawn me to it was that it was about working in an office.  I thought, who doesn’t know what that is like.  I had even sat down to read through some of it to make sure that it would be worth my money and my time.  I feel disappointed in it.  I mean, it resolved itself well enough but it was slightly disappointing.  It was just, weird.  The writing style was weird, the story telling was weird, the story was weird.  I wanted to love it, or even really really like it, but alas it was not to be.

Little Children went on a little too long at the end.  The problem was I had seen the movie first.  I had really liked the movie and I thought that if I really liked the movie than I was bound to love the book.  Not so much.  It took too long to get to the end.  I knew how it was going it end and maybe that was my problem.  I knew what the ending was and I was frustrated that the author wasn’t getting there as quickly as the movie had.  About 100 pages from the end, I started skipping sections.  About 50 pages from the end, I skipped to the last chapter/section.  I just gave up.  It was taking too long.  I’m ashamed.

Now, I’m trying to read Cell by Stephen King.  I must have mentioned my love/hate relationship with Stephen King.  He’s a really good writer.  He makes you really care about the characters, but it takes him so damned long to get into the story.  Even when the story starts right away, it takes forever.  It’s like you have to get over this hump and then you just can’t put the book down.  Until that moment though, it’s like being stuck in rush hour traffic.  Of course now it’s going to take me twice as long as it normally would to read it because I know that I have another one of his books waiting in the wings.  

Hopefully I’ll feel that kick in the butt and I’ll just be able to sit down one of these days and knock these suckers out.  If not, you’ll all be seeing a lot more pictures of the books I have to find a way to get through again.  I’ll do my best to keep everyone updated on the situation and hopefully I’ll be able to report that I absolutely loved one of these books.